{March 18, 2013}   Bad Girl to Good Girl


Wow, I’ve come a long way. In fact I’ve come from sitting in the back of a police cruiser a few years ago to riding shotgun with one of our finest. I just got off the phone with one of the Sergeants and he’s going to pick me up Friday night at 18:00 so I can ride around with him and possibly bust a few people. I’m so excited. I was going to ride with our female officer but she’s working week nights now and in our small town all of the exciting things happen on the weekend nights. So I happily accepted his offer for Friday. Maybe another time I can wiggle my way into her passenger seat.

It’s funny how some excitement can bring you loads of energy. Now what to do with it? Laundry? Paperwork? Boxing!

{March 8, 2013}   Down For The Count

I saw one of my doctors this morning. He said the “boxer’s fracture” isn’t bad and put me in a 3/4 cast (goes almost all the way around, but leaves enough of an opening so I can take it off for showering, etc) that completely covers my fingers and goes to my mid forearm. It actually doesn’t hurt so bad now. I go back for another xray in about a week. He said I can still work as long as I keep the cast on… what can I do in my job with one hand??? Now my next challenge is talking to my Chief. I forgot to get a note from the doctor :/

Dearest Vicodyn, you win. Nap time!


{March 7, 2013}   Boys Have The Best Clothes

There is definitely a plaid pattern going on in my wardrobe now. This shirt is from the boy’s section in TJMAXX. Being it’s freezing cold and snowy out-and I have an appointment to go to- I put a navy blue long John shirt under it.

I haven’t seen my psychotherapist in about a month now. This should be interesting… wonder if she’ll give me shit for my hand? Check out the new half cast and awesome buddy taping of my two fingers.


{March 7, 2013}   Stupid Doctor

I find out today after a radiologist looked at my xrays that there is a hairline fracture of my fifth metacarpal, otherwise known as the bone that extends from the pinky into the hand. That’s why it hurt so much when they relocated my pinky. I have another ER attending contacting orthopedics on my behalf because they seem to keep forgetting me.

I’m in another temporary half cast until orthopedics decides to see me. And I have no feeling in my pinky. I don’t think they believed me because the doc poked it several times with a scary looking metal tool. When he didn’t get any reaction out of me I think he got it.

Our local hospital sucks.

So I have flannel shirts that I’ve had for a long time. A baby blue/white one, a pink/white one, and a brown/white one. But yesterday my friend had me try on a green/black/white one and it looked good. I’ve never been a big fan of the color green on myself. But damn! I like it. I’m wearing it today as a way of easing myself into wearing the others around family. I feel like it’s not fair for me to just all of a sudden change my entire look. That, or I don’t want to listen to their shocked, degrading complaints. Nice & easy does it.
I’m a little bit surprised at how comfortable I am with my new look. And I’m very grateful to have such an awesome, understanding friend who was more excited about getting me a new wardrobe than I was. She’s pretty awesome 🙂

After the snowmobile rescue yesterday my hand is really hurting. And my body, for that matter. It was a difficult rescue for people who weren’t injured. I’m overflowing with pride for sucking it up and doing what had to be done, despite my own troubles. However, my hand is once again deformed. I can’t wait to get back to boxing!

{March 4, 2013}   The Chicks Dig It!

I got the xrays done and…
Nothing’s broken! My pinky was just dislocated. The attending said the swelling was so bad he couldn’t see the dislocation. A few painful pulls and two xrays later, I’m all back together, just bruised, sore and swollen. They put a half cast on it that I’m supposed to wear for 10 days… ha! They also made me an appointment with orthopedics for Thursday because of the possibility of ligament damage, but I don’t think I’ll bother with it.
I’m a lot tougher than I look. Two days and my hand will be good as new and I’ll be back to bitching about my shoulder and back.
For now I’m working on my second espresso and getting ready for a day of shopping. On no sleep…

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“Scars heal, glory fades/ and all we’re left with are the memories made/ pain hurts, but only for a minute/ life is short so go on and live it/ ‘ cause the chicks dig it!” ~Chris Cagle (Chicks Dig It)

I’m just getting home from the hospital ER. While doing my evening boxing exercises I got tired and lost form. Tip of the YEAR: when you get fatigued while boxing a heavy bag, give it up. Don’t try for a couple more power punches. You get lazy and you break bones. Our hospital is so pathetic that they won’t have any radiology technicians in until 07:00. So I have to go back up to the ER sometime around 07:00. The attending said there’s definitely a fracture but he needs xrays to know exactly where and what kind it is. This is an awful setback. On the bright side, I can still jab with my right hand 🙂  But this pain sucks and I’m allergic to every medicine under the sun, including Ibuprofen. Once again looking on the bright side of things: the pain in my hand is so severe that it’s what we in EMS call “distracting”, meaning it’s the only pain I’m feeling. My back and shoulder injuries are nonexistent at this time. And so is sleep.
Check out the swelling!


My pinky refuses to join my other fingers in perfect alignment.

{March 3, 2013}   Bath Salt Impossible

We had our first bath salt incident today. The twenty year old guy decided to try to out run the police officer who was attempting to pull him over for reckless conduct. The kid made it about a mile before trying to pass two cars on a sharp corner, ending up in a snow bank. He then got out of his vehicle and attacked the police officer who, after scuffling with him, managed to plant him face first on the pavement. They called us to check him out and he insisted he needed to go to the hospital via ambulance. He said his uncle is a federal judge and the police broke his back so he’s suing the Town. As the police tried to escort him he head butted the officer in the face and proceeded to flip out. It was quite a show. We did not transport the subject. He went via police cruiser. The arresting officer is a friend of mine and I just found out that they had to use three cans of pepper spray on the kid and then the hospital staff asked them to remove him from the premises.
Bath Salts- a terrible drug. Why in the world would someone take them knowing what happens??? It’s crazy. That kid is going to do time. His rap sheet just got exponentially longer.

Time for my evening workout 🙂

{March 3, 2013}   Blood, Sweat and Tears

I’ve developed a workout routine. I turn on the tunes (Eminem, Godsmack, Queen, Disturbed- all good for kicking ass) and spend about five minutes warming up with quick, 50%-power jabs and silly dancing around, then I spend about ten minutes using 100% power kicking and jabbing. The last five minutes is cool-down mode, same activities as the first five minutes. I work up a good sweat and hit the hot-as- I-can-get- it shower.
I feel pretty good. Then later I will do my biceps curls and benching. I’m determined to get my girly figure better toned!
Shopping trip is on for tomorrow! I’m on my way to a better butch look. And I’m excited 🙂
The one thing that this new boxing adventure is fouling up for me is my back and shoulder. What a great way to aggravate old injuries that you have yet to recover from. I really need to get my medical insurance back- I need the nerve blocks in my spine again and I definitely need a Chiropractor.

{March 2, 2013}   Bloody Good Time

Tip of the day- DO NOT BUY A WHITE HEAVY BAG if you’re a fool like me and prefer not wearing gloves. It will get bloody. In retrospect I now know I should have spent the extra $30 for a leather bag instead of being cheap and getting canvas. Canvas= burns. But I’m loving the workout and the release if stress and anger.


Oh yeah, and wearing hardly any clothes 🙂

et cetera